I feel you guys on the tempered expectations and the waning passion after being treated like a battered housewife these last almost 20 years.
But this fukking franchise always manages to suck me back in on Sunday. I don't know if it's the Star, the Blue and White, the Stadium, or what. But I can't help but feel
every time it's gametime and they take the field. No matter how disgusted I am with the franchise, players, coaches, and/or owner, waking up Sunday to a Cowboys game is some of the best sports piff of the year.
Only to be
at the end of most games.
Being a Cowboys fan is a gift and a curse. But mostly just a curse these last 2 decades.